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whimpered, then cried. His whole body shook, shimmered as if behind a wall of
heat, then his arms, his legs began to twist, his hands to curl in on
themselves.
It wasn't easy for him like it had been for his mother and father. Perhaps
this was because he was young and full of human hope for his human future. Or
perhaps it was simply because youth loves life, and this felt too much like
death.
But once the process started in him it would not be stopped. The change
continued relentlessly on. His head burst with a great crackling sound into
the head of a fine young wolf.
Out of the writhing blur of his body there came the naked stalk of a tail, the
skeletal sticks that would be his legs, then beneath the ripping, tearing
clothes, a blur of fine, gray hair.
He was a lovely young wolf, his soft eyes crackling with intelligence.
He stood beside his mother, his tail circling, his very stance speaking
promise. When Bob
went to him to sniff under his tail, he leaped forward, yapping.
Had it been possible, Bob would have laughed. But he taught them both the
wonders of their new sense. In a few minutes of sniffing each other the little
family knew each other better than human beings have since we left the forest.
When he lifted his head from his wife and his son and his cubs, Bob could
smell the other wolves not a hundred yards away, hiding in a stand of pine.
"I'll never forget you," the Indian said. He would not look at Bob, though,
when Bob sought his eyes. "It's too late for me," he added, "I'd be a waste."
Then he dropped his eyes. His fists were clenched, such was the pain in his
heart. "You go on, find others, many others! Find the young and the strong.
God bless you and bless the race of wolves!"
He and the Englishman withdrew so that the other wolves could come out of
hiding.
When they appeared, the pack reunited with much sniffing and joyful yapping.
Because of the losses, the two new wolves were more
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easily accepted.
The pack remained there through the night, sometimes fighting, sometimes not,
and in the morning there was a new order established.
The alpha wolf was still alpha. Behind him came Cindy of the high tail, who
had turned out to be a fierce fighter. She had taken second place against all
of the other female wolves. Then came a thoroughly beaten Bob.
He had tried hard to be alpha. He was
Cindy's husband, for God's sake, married in the Catholic Church no less! But
the leader was clever in the ways of wolves, and he was strong. Behind him
were the young wolves, included among them his own beloved son.
Not long after dawn the Indian and the old man returned to the pine grove. He
watched them in silence. There were tears on the
Indian's face, but he would not meet Bob's eager eyes. "Under God's heaven,"
he said, "make something new in the world."
Bob knew what was finally happening, knew the grandeur and the wonder of it.
The spirit of man had finished its ages-long journey through history, and was
finally returning to
the wild from which it had come. But it was returning triumphant, bringing the
gift of intellect with it.
The two old men stood watching as the pack left. When they mounted a rise, Bob
looked back. He saw their car creeping away like a beetle, moving toward the
Lightforth Bridge and mankind's old, dark world.
At last Bob turned north. He bounded forward, taking his hard-earned place as
third wolf. He followed his alphas, deep into the freedom and safety of the
wild.
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